Epilogue: Busting Out

"This is bad," Lois muttered to herself as she looked in the mirror.

The bra, the largest one she had, was too small. Her breasts were muffin-topping out of the top, the two mounds of flesh squeezed up and threatening to overflow the cups, straps biting into her shoulders. The last few weeks her breasts had positively exploded, and she must have gone up two cup sizes, sitting comfortably in the D range.

More than that, her belly had grown sizably as well. At only 18 weeks pregnant, Lois had put on twenty-five pounds, and all of it seemed to be resting in her boobs and her stomach.

But the crimson stain had kept pace. It had overtaken the reporter's nipples, which were now a dark red bordering on black, and was crawling up toward her collarbones. Below, it covered her thighs and was almost to her knees. For the first time, Lois was glad it was the winter: her wardrobe choices were getting down to turtlenecks and ankle-length skirts.

"Might as well invest in some proper maternity wear," she said, rubbing her swollen stomach as she stared at the mirror. "I wonder why I'm getting so big?"

Dr. Midnite, ran the sonic probe over the reporter's swollen tummy, and turned the monitor with his free hand so that Lois could see.

"There's one," he said. "Healthy little girl. And there...is two. A boy."

He indicated a blob at the screen, and for a moment Lois saw the outline of a little hand. The old man carefully swept the probe lower and to the left, and the picture shifted again.

"This is, I think, three." He sounded less sure of himself than usual. "Unfortunately, with highly magical pregnancies, it can be difficult to get an accurate count."

"Triplets," Lois breathed, still in shock. She hadn't wanted to believe it.

"Possibly four. Which would account for both the size and weight gain. You say you've been experiencing cravings?"

"I want to eat constantly," Lois admitted. "I've almost become a carnivore lately. I can't get enough meat. I've been devouring rare steaks every day the last week."

"The body knows what it needs. I'm going to increase your prenatal vitamin prescriptions...and I suggest you start increasing your protein intake. But avoid unprocessed meat. They sell pig's blood down at the farmer's market, try it in a smoothie. I've got some recipes." He took the sonic probe away and began wiping her belly dry.

"Doctor," Lois asked, feeling silly. "You said that it was okay for...sexual relations to continue. Does this...change anything?"

He paused as if to consider. "You should take care to only use positions that you are comfortable in. Avoid resting your full body weight on your stomach. As you get larger and mobility becomes an issue, this might seriously limit the scope of activities. If you engage in anal sex, take precautions to avoid stretching too far or fast...use plenty of lubricant, go slow. Otherwise, I foresee no real reason why your sexual activity should not continue. Now," he said, and turned to grab a tub of something. "This is your new best friend: cocoa butter. Your skin is going to be doing a lot of stretching soon."

"Hey babe," Angie said from the kitchen as Lois got home. She walked, a gallon jug of pig's blood in either hand, in to find her lover naked except for an apron, and in human form, cutting frozen chunks of meat. "Steaks ready in twenty. What did the doc say?"

"Triplets," Lois said, setting the blood down. The knife cut neatly through the frozen roast, the good cutting board, and sunk about an inch into the counter. "Maybe quadruplets. Says I need to eat more."

The pregnant reporter lifted her shirt above her head. She hadn't even bothered with the bra, and the sweater had rubbed her nipples until they were hard and pointy. She dropped it to the floor.

"And he said you need to fuck me whenever I want."

The demon turned, human form slipping away as the blood red skin and horns came out, cock tenting the front of her apron.

"Like now," the dickgirl said, a wet spot forming on the apron as the pre-cum soaked through it.

"Right now," Lois confirmed, sliding out of her skirt.

She turned around and presented herself, pussy already wet and dripping. A part of her was sure that was the hormones...but another part had noticed that ever since the scarlet stain had spread over her pussy, whenever Blaze got hard, she got wet...

Angie's hands slid over her belly, meeting at the little belly button that had not quite popped yet. Her warm length slid home in the reporter's cunt, and Lois realized that she would have seriously had trouble following the doctor's advice if he had told her to cut back on sex. At all.

"Oh, and you have to oil my belly and tits," the pregnant woman added. "Twice a day."

"Hmm," Blaze's mouth slipped down to kiss the reporter's shoulder. "I love you."

Lois Lane's heart skipped a beat.

It was the first time that the dickgirl had said the words.

"I love you too," Lois replied, and she meant it.

Her stomach rumbled.

"Now finish quick, I need to eat."